Well, friends, tomorrow the New Year will arrive. For me, New Year and Christmas are my favorite holidays — a time when we all return to a quiet family atmosphere, and when the circle of people we feel unconditional warmth toward expands.
A tired cashier, scanning your groceries, doesn’t just ask, “Do you need a bag?” — she also wishes you a happy upcoming holiday. And instead of grumbling the same worn-out “no,” you reply, “You too!” — and you both smile at each other.
At work, at some point, the madly accelerated race of “we have to finish everything before January” gives way to a chain of holidays and the rest that follows them: “Let’s do it next year!”
And on the festive night, all the doubts anarcho-communists have about anarcho-capitalists collapse into ruins: the eternal question “who will pay for the fireworks?” suddenly has hundreds of answers.
New Year’s Eve is a time when we live in a world of realized communism; or in paradise; or in childhood. We enjoy the moment, we believe in miracles, we reflect on everything that happened to us over the past year (by the way, I’ll also post my 2025 reflections later). We don’t mind sharing a smile, a kind word, the joy of fireworks, or even a glass of champagne with those close to us — or with strangers.
Holidays, when no one around urgently needs to run anywhere, remind people of how valuable they are to one another. And in a world that sometimes feels very dark today, islands of normality in time are incredibly precious.
I sincerely wish you, your loved ones, and all people on Earth to feel unity with your values more often, to pause more frequently to notice the beauty of the world around you — and may luck be on your side.
Happy New Year, dear friends!